A certain Hogwarts esoteric leader

"Yunifo, aren't you asleep yet?"

"Cough... cough cough... cough cough cough cough..."

Just when Yunieff was immersed in the "beautiful" memories of the past, Ms. Gorrell's sharp voice suddenly came from outside the room door, and then there was a wave of pain that she wanted to suppress but could not suppress, like dry tree bark being rubbed by the wind. Cough like.

Yunieff quickly climbed out of bed, opened the door to the room, and saw Ms. Gorrell standing in the dilapidated corridor, holding one arm on the gray wall.

She held her throat, hunched over her waist, her chest heaved wildly, and her terrible coughs came one after another like a tide.

The violent cough seemed to cough up the heart and lungs together.

Her pale hair fell down like white flags hanging in a cemetery at night.

She is aging very quickly and is no longer as healthy as she was ten years ago.

Yunieff took her arm and patted her back gently, hoping to make her feel better.

However, both his arms and back gave him a jagged and bony feel.

"Ms. Gorrell, why don't we go to the hospital again?" Yunieff said worriedly.

In fact, the doctor had already seen her once and the result was that there was nothing serious, but Yunieff felt that Ms. Gorel's symptoms seemed to be getting worse.

Ms. Gorrell raised her hand to say something, but was stopped by a cough.

Yunieff had no choice but to continue filming.

After three or four minutes of filming, it seemed to be working, and the coughing sound subsided little by little.

"No, I'm much better already." Ms. Gorrell finally regained her composure.

Then, she straightened up, slapped Yunivo's hand away, and her eyes instantly became stern, as if the person who was holding on to the wall and coughing to death was not her.

"I think you'd better worry about yourself first! Look at your face! It's as if you've plastered it with the cement on the toilet wall! Do you know what time it is now?"

Yunieff glanced at the system time and answered honestly: "One o'clock in the morning."

"Go to bed immediately! And! You will be punished by cleaning the toilet tomorrow!" Ms. Greer's face was cold. She didn't have much blood in the first place, and now it was covered with a layer of pale frost.

"Clean the toilet?" Yunieff's face suddenly lost its previous calmness, and it could even be said that he was shocked.

As he became more and more sophisticated in the practice of lighting, he became full of resistance to all dirty and dirty things.

Moreover, the toilet has some features that will remind him of some bad memories.

Every time he goes to the toilet, he "comes and goes in a hurry" and doesn't want to stay in there for more than a second.

Cleaning the toilet would definitely kill him.

"You should know that I have a very serious mysophobia?" Yunieff asked.

"Yes, I know." Ms. Gorrell looked indifferent.

"So......"

"It is precisely because I know that I punish you like this. This way you will have a long memory."

Yunieff tried to struggle: "But..."

"No, but the orphanage has been relocated recently. Everyone is very busy, and the government has to coordinate. Now there is a shortage of people to clean the toilets."

Having said this, she held her forehead, probably remembering something troublesome again.

Yunieff took a deep breath.

No matter what, cleaning the toilet is a no-no.

And even if he wants to instruct other children to do it for him, he will definitely be stopped. Maybe one day of sweeping will turn into a week or even a month.

At this point, there is only one option.

Yunieff raised his head, showing a pitiful look, and crystal tears welled up in his eyes.

"Ms. Gorrell...for the sake of the pat on the back I just gave you, please let me go this time, okay? I swear I will sleep well." He raised his hands high, as if he was swearing to God. .

"And I have been helping you manage those little bastards. There is no credit but hard work. Can you just let me go this time?"

"Or, you can punish me to do other things, as long as I don't clean the toilet."

Then I saw two eyes falling like blades: "Don't act, it's useless!"

I saw Yunifo still holding the corners of his clothes and about to cry.

The air was quiet for a second or two, and Ms. Gorrell sighed: "Let you go this time, don't let me catch you again."

Yunieff's face suddenly lit up: "Thank you, Ms. Gorel, for your kindness!"

"Why don't you go to bed!" Ms. Gorrell glared.

"Oh!"

Yunieff immediately shut himself up in his room to prevent Ms. Gorrell from suddenly changing her mind.

Not long after, the sound of Ms. Gorrell's footsteps walking further and further away could be heard outside the door, as well as a deliberately suppressed cough.

Harmful!Yunieff leaned against the door panel and exhaled, knowing that this stage was over.

Ms. Gorrell is as sharp-tongued as ever.

He walked over to the bed and lay down on the blanket, wrapping himself up in preparation for sleep.

"Sleep suppression" has been turned off, and he doesn't have to worry about having "virtual nightmares" anymore.

However, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep at all for a while.

He put his hands behind his head, cleared his mind, and found that he was mainly thinking about Ms. Gorrell.

Although the doctor's results were only overexertion and strep throat, he always felt that Ms. Gorrell's condition was getting worse.

This may be related to the intensity of her work.

She loves to worry too much, and the orphanage basically depends on her to support it.

She was careful about the tea, salt, sauce and vinegar in the yard, and the children's mischief always made her hoarse.

Although things have gotten better with his help in recent years, the work intensity is still very high.

Moreover, the funding provided by the government before was not very sufficient. The little money was only enough for everyone to eat.

But she focused on buying books and stationery, and often invited students from nearby universities to give them classes.

These are additional expenses.

The light dimmed slightly, and Yunieff raised his head to look out the window and found that a cloud was blocking the moon.

If you think about it carefully, he himself is actually the biggest beneficiary.

If Ms. Gorrell didn't buy so many books and newspapers, the progress of "Secret of the Vigil" would undoubtedly be much slower.

But he still didn't quite understand what Ms. Gorrell was doing.

Providing educational resources to orphanages should be something the government should do.

If the government doesn't do a good job, she can actually ignore it completely.

It's obviously all extraneous.

Yunieff couldn't help but think of the conversation five years ago.

That day, he finally couldn't help asking his doubts.

"You must at least be able to read and know what you can and cannot do. This is the basis of being a human being," Ms. Gorrell said.

"Alcohol, gambling, drugs, sensible people will not touch these things. If you don't touch these things, you can find a stable job, find a suitable partner, and take good care of your children. It will be placed at the entrance of the orphanage again."

"My burden is already heavy, and I don't want you to add to my burden."

Although he was a little touched, Yunieff still felt that Ms. Gorrell's logic was problematic because——

"If the burden is too heavy, can't you just let it go from the beginning?" he asked.

This was how he thought in his last life. Although his life was not happy, it was easy enough.

After a long time, Ms. Gorrell praised him: "Why are you so smart?"

The slap raised a cold and biting wind.

Since then, his life in the orphanage has been much harder.